War hero

[Major Harkonnen]

The Branau am Inn's medics pulled the injured mercenary out of his burning Sabre, luckily the flames were quickly put out as oxygen was pumped from the fighter's compartments. He was badly beaten up, his head was bleeding, most likely with a severe concussion and he couldn't feel his legs.

He was dizzy from the blood loss, from the concussion, from the fatigue and from having lost the meaning of his life. He fainted.

The Major woke up in some sort of infirmary, near his bed, a nurse was injecting some sort of serum into his arm. As he hissed due to the pain of the injection, he tried to raise his arm, but he was tied down.

"What the f----"

"Sssssshhhh...."

The hiss came from a Rheinwehr officer near the Major's bed, whom he did not notice until now. His sight was still a bit off and his head was splitting from an ache, but it looked like that the uniform of the officer was from the Niemann-era. It had to be at least twenty years old. His ranking insignia indicated that he was of a Vizeadmiral rank.

"Sir!? Could you please explain what is going on here?" - he asked in a faint, sick voice, which was all that he was capable of.

After all the years of military service, Harkonnen couldn't refrain from referring to his superior officer with respect, even though the picture was very obviously off.

"Everything is okay now, Major Einar Harkonnen. You are safe now." - the Vizeadmiral replied in a calming voice, with a slight, but pleasant smile on his face.

The pilot tied to his bed once again started feeling dizzy. Ever dizzier. He was going to faint again.

"Do not worry, brave Major. You will have the chance to fight for a cause again. No pain, no remorse. Your dreams come true."

Harkonnen wanted to scream and fight, but fatigue disabled him entirely. Before going unconscious, all he could see was the Vizeadmiral leaning over him, smiling, his eyes suddenly lighting up in a bright, purple glow.